13 June 2005
Kudos to the cool one

I wanted to give a big thanks to my sister Jen for her guest post. Don't let her fool you--she's really the COOL one! Always has been. You know the kind of person who can say absolutely anything to anyone? That's her. In fact, I regularly enlist her talents to ask our parents for things. I ask, they laugh in my face---she asks, and it's in the mail! NO ONE can say no to her! She also has a great knack of meeting Jesus. Yes, Jesus. (or at least people who think they're Jesus, hmmm...) I'll let her post about that one...

And yes, we perfected the art of combat monopoly when we were younger! If you have siblings, and you weren't raised in the Cleaver house, I'm willing to bet you know what I'm talking about! But we're great friends now--sisters are awesome! This woman actually took a BUS trip from Colorado to Florida, then on to N. Carolina--in August--to come see me and my newborn daughter. That's love for ya!

It does make me curious though. Jen and I agree that we had a somewhat abnormal childhood. We used to do some crazy things to each other (some of which are completely inappropriate to post here)! Jen's favorite form of sister-torture was "the spit game"--in which I was held down while she drooled in my face. Ahhh, the good old days... I normally retaliated by scratching the living crap out of her arms (I think she still has some scars--I'm sorry Jen!). And I won't even mention how I crashed her car...

I wonder how much of our mutual torture was normal sibling behavior, and how much was just out there? I mean, we both grew up to be normal, well-adjusted adults, so I'm guessing it wasn't all that bad.
If you have siblings, please comment and let me know what awul things you did to each other when you were little...

posted by Julie at 1:49 PM 19 comments


Blogger Scott said...

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Mon Jun 13, 02:34:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Scott said...

I used to tell them that it was past 100 hours o'clock and that they needed to get to sleep, as the monsters would arrive very shortly. What else can you tell girls on a Wednesday, when the Football is coming on very soon and if 1 comes down, they all want down, so 1 has to go to bed too.

As the eldest, I was always getting into trouble for the "Mum, Scott hit me", you know when you never touched them.

As the eldest, i was never really around my sisters, well they were girls and who plays with girls...not boys! There were woods to play in, doors to knock on and run away, war games and of course the 10 hour long football game

Mon Jun 13, 02:43:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Bossy♥'s YOU said...

dang the first one i wrote i think i acceidtally erased it...anyhoo your lucky for having a good reltionship with your sister..i have one younger sister and i do not get along with her...she is just not my cup of tea...enjoy the friendship you have with her...you are blessed......i dont think we had a normal childhood either..but does anyone really?..what is a normal childhood anyway..it seemed normal at the time anyway:-)

Mon Jun 13, 05:24:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Julie said...

Good point Christine--they always seem normal at the time, no matter how bizarre they look in retrospect. Yes, I am blessed--my sister is wonderful. Actually, my whole family is really close, and that's a wonderful thing. I'm so sorry to hear you and your sis don't get on---my DH's family is like that, and I think it's such a shame...

Mon Jun 13, 06:26:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Jen said...

It's OK about the car, it probably makes up for that whole "Tooth down the drain" thing...

Thanks for the kind words. :-D

Mon Jun 13, 06:53:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Julie said...

Ooh, I forgot about that....so should've posted that! :)

Mon Jun 13, 07:45:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger mommyguilt said...

Julie - Isn't it great to have such a wonderful relationship. I have one sister 6 yrs younger and one half sister 20 years younger and we all still have a wonderful relationship. However, my younger sister (the one 6yrs after me) did feel the BIG SISTER-ness. Whenever I would have friends over, or eh hem..a boy..., my sis got locked in the bedroom. Or there was the time when she was laughing so uncontrollably that I hit her over the head with a Connect Four box to make her stop - which she did...and then screamed.

Mon Jun 13, 08:11:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Barry said...

I have a younger brother (5 years) and we got along pretty well growing up. We had our squabbles here and there but nothing like what some of the things you would describe.

I can't fathom why siblings would foster dislike for each other - it never really happened for us. And the times it came close was usually caused by someone else (a friend of his causing problems).

But then, we're not that close now. He lives a thousand miles away in Texas and only visits occasionally. I miss my kids not having an uncle to visit, and I am disappointed he's basically chosen not to be a part of their lives. I know my parents wish he was around more, and as such sometimes I feel I have an added burden (especially as the eldest) to have to stay close to home.

So sometimes it works both ways - maybe the rougher the childhood, the closer the adulthood and vice versa.

Mon Jun 13, 08:30:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Jaws said...

Sounds like you all had alot of fun.

Well My half brother and sister are 11 and 13 years younger then me so I such a unfair advantage. I was more a live in babysitter then a sister honestly. Atleast 4 hours a day I was watching them.

But I used to love to give them wedgies. It was my way of getting them to go to bed. "Get in bed by the time I count to 5 or you get super wedgies!" I sware it the only time my sister would run. My brother on the other hand loved to test me and taunt me by shacking his hinny at me. I can't tell you how many elastic waist bands I wripped off his underies giving him wedgies.

Mon Jun 13, 09:09:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Lora said...

I'm the oldest by eight years, so I didn't get to torment my brother in all the ususal ways. The worse I did was call him shrimp and boss him around a bit. I also used him to scare away loser boyfriends, 'cause if they weren't okay with my brother they were out the door rather quickly.

Mon Jun 13, 09:38:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Karen said...

My brother used to drool on my face - sibling eh who'd have them!

Mon Jun 13, 11:03:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Het Waghela said...

My elder sis and I had really quarreling time, boy those pillow fights, fight for window seat in bus, train or during travelling, then compromise on somethings.
Hey i am on ur blog for the first time and u made me remember my good old days.

Tue Jun 14, 01:15:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Sheri said...

Well...since you asked! LOL

My oldest brother would pin me down and spit...just until the spit almost hit my face then suck it back in.

My oldest one would also pick me up and turn me upside down and slam my head into the ground repeatedly (I always word those HUGE beaded pony tail holders..I swear to you I have knots in my head to this day!)

My other brother and I would literally have fist fights. I was younger, but a lot faster. He had a few black eyes and fat lips from me. That freaks me out, because if my kids did that I don't know how I would feel. Like an awful parent I am sure.

But, we all were also really good friends, and always goofing off. We just had to find our places. Now when we get together we still torture each other (My oldest brother still takes great pride in pinning me down for Chinese tickle torture, but I am stronger now and can give a pretty good fight).

Tue Jun 14, 06:17:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Jen said...

"My oldest brother would pin me down and spit...just until the spit almost hit my face then suck it back in." That's it! That's the spit game!

Weird, older siblings must just come hard-wired to do this...

Tue Jun 14, 06:50:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Arch Storm said...

colorado to florida on a bus! thats gonna be amazing!
Btw good that u came late on my post! i got a lotta brickbats outa that one!

Tue Jun 14, 09:08:00 PM GMT+1  
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Wed Jun 15, 10:40:00 AM GMT+1  
Blogger Renee said...

Hey! I'm an oldest and didn't spit on anyone. But my oldest bro (2yrs younger) swears that he still has the scars on his arms from my braces. When we fought (all the time) I would grab his arm and run my braces over it to scratch it. I seriously do not remember drawing any blood as that would have been gross and I would have stopped. I can't imagine pulling skin out of my braces...blech!

I'm the oldest of 4 and the only girl. Dear Brother (DB)#2 gets along with everyone. But DBs #1 & #3 do not like me much. I think it's the whole "Mom loved you more" thing.

Thu Jun 16, 06:06:00 AM GMT+1  
Blogger Julie said...

Ok--so we weren't the only ones!
@ karen & sheri--I think you're both familiar with the spit game!

@Barry-maybe it's because you guys weren't too close in age. Jen and I were 1 yr and 8 days apart--very bad for competition!

@ mommyguilt--if we'd thought of locking each other in place we so would have done it!

@ lora- doesn't sound too bad, must be the age difference a 12yr old probably got in lots of trouble for picking on a 4 yr old! I know my daughter would!

het, arch & abraham--thanks for stopping by!

Thu Jun 16, 12:41:00 PM GMT+1  
Blogger Sheri said...

about the sibling dislike moving on up into adulthood...

my Dh and his sister DO NOT GET ALONG AT ALL! (Can I say that more loudly?) Really, it's quite sad.

But in this case, it is totally his parents fault. To this day she's the primadonna. She's actually quite judgemental of everyone (not my words there), but is so mean, that they all cater to her to appease her...except DH...he chose to move 1800 miles away! HA!

Thu Jun 16, 09:47:00 PM GMT+1  

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